We're both park bloggers and advocates, yet we still haven't met. No matter, here's another shout-out to intrepid Marie Viljoen of the Prospect Park Litter Mob. She has now begun a blog chronicling the brave exploits of her small band of squalor-battlers. She is not only willing to wade in and rescue the park's lush nether regions from revolting debris, but also takes gorgeous photos of the beauty and incongruous filth (her montage, left), and she writes like an angel:
Tuesday, first day of summer in the Northern Hemisphere and we headed back into the woods of Prospect Park. The longest day.
I never sleep the night before these litter mobs. I don't know why. I now expect it, so perhaps it is self-fulfilling. Three hours, max. I am not nervous, I just don't sleep. Vince brings me coffee early, I am queasily awake. We walk to the subway, I am grumpy and tired. Once in the woods it is forgotten.
The beautiful stewartia flower are open. We looked at them near the Audubon Center beside the pea-green lake upon which two swans and five fluffy cygnets sailed, pursued sluggishly by a box of pink gum. A turtle was laying her eggs in the grass. I had never seen such a thing.
I missed the Mob again last Tuesday, but I'll make it one of these weeks. Frankly, I've been getting to the park with shameful infrequency, and the surreal treasures that the Mob uncovers alongside the nasties are a reminder of all that I'm missing.
UNFORGOTTEN FLATBUSH ON FOOT--TOMORROW!
By the way, the Parade Grounds and the park's southern edge will kick off a walking tour tomorrow led by another urban hero, Kevin Walsh of Forgotten New York. Kevin's tours tend to sell out, but there may be some places left on this one, which wends its way into the absurdly beautiful Prospect Park South historic district. There'll be a pit stop at a familiarly blogged-up domicile called the Crazy Stable, where your bloggeuse will share some exclusive tidbits on life in the green heart of Brooklyn, and offer cookies and lemonade to the masses. Hope to see you there!